MY DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE- TYPED OUT FOR MEMORIZATION
does it matter to you that i am going mad? not sure i can get through my own madness. if i climbed the highest mountain, perhaps id have a chance. my life, my dignity, my dna, it goes perfectly together, doesnt it? is it fair for someone to sacrifice their sanity for their craft? why should i be sacrificed? why does great beauty come from great pain?
were all mad, crazy, nuts, psycho. its true, walk down the street and look into the eyes of any man or woman you walk past. its there, its hidden. when you are someone like me, you take that place and identify with it instantly. i forget who said we are all living lives of quiet, desperation. i believe it. the smiles, the charms, its all bullshit. all smokescreen. we all struggle within, dont we?
sometimes, i look into the mirror and wait for the madness to craw out of my eyes and leave me, once and for all. but it never does. it just sits there and smiles back at me, with a wise gleam.
yeah i am crazy. i love that i am crazy but i also hate who i am. i dont expect you to understand that. they say that genius and madness have a thin line between them, i struggle to stay on that line every day but lately, it’s been getting harder to stay balanced.
chemical imbalance? sure. life experience? sure. being an artist? sure. it all adds up to a pair of scissors embedded in someone’s neck, doesnt it? you can pity me, you can lead me to inspiring advice… but nothing will EVER haunt me more than my own soul. nothing…